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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

How You doin'? You aiight? I hope so. It's Your boi, Lin. You know that cat with all these dreams in his head and longing desires deep in the recesses of his heart and spirit that he *never* tells to anyone? Yeah, that Lin.

Well lately, I've been thinking-- pondering really-- that if we are truly to be on good terms, then perhaps I should speak to You more... tell You what's on my mind, reveal a few of my deepest desires. Actually, this is my attempt at a mini-quasi-prayer session, where I talk, and hopefully... just maybe, You'll listen.

Below are some things I would very much like to see come into my Life.

My Metaphoric Desires:

*"I want to go where the wild geese go.

I want to know what the falcon knows.

I want the sky up over my head.

I want to live until I’m dead."

My Artistic Desires:

I want to realize and manifest my most enduring masterpiece: to live a life of Meaning.

I want to write like no one else, but me.

I want to pen an opus that speaks to and for the human condition.

I want to be artful, and for Art to be my mission.

My Hedonistic Desires:

I want to live out of a suitcase, in Paris.

I want to wear a natty beret, and take copious notes inside some small café.

I want to live and love and dance and sex and live and love and dance and sex.

I want to send my company home, write deep into the indigo hours, and then to sleep, the sleep of accomplishment all day long.

My Beauty Pageant Desires:

I want world peace and unity, now-- dammit!

I want for there to never be hunger in any part of the world again.

I want every man to realize this own humanity, and to appreciate that same quality in his fellow man.

I want every child on the planet to be safe, and happy, and disease-free.

My Selfish Desires:

I want to go on an escavation to all the ancient places within me.

I want every song I ever loved easily accessible to me.

I want to possess every book and manuscript ever placed on my wish list.

I want at least one famous friend who thinks I’m truly “brilliant.”

I want my first book made into a movie with my illustrious dream cast emoting in it.

I want to laugh and cough in the face of every editor/editrix who ever chose to rape my words and sentiments.

I want to be comfortably rich and successful within the deepest regions of my soul.

I want to be known and respected for my gift, and yet remain paparazzi-free.

I want that dream of my grandmother’s prophesy for me to become a wonderful reality.

I want to make sweet Mrs. Ferreri (my 1st grade teacher) be mad proud of me.

I want the astute Mrs. Lang (my high school English teacher) to have been right about me.

I want “The Next One” to be the Best One, and The Blessed One.

I want to buy my beloved mom a modest colonial home in Virginia.

I want a better home, a flyer wardrobe, and finer art on my walls.

I want to throw a huge NY party for all my friends and thank them for their unceasing love.

I want a certain well-loved face to be right beside me throughout my journey.

I want my last play produced on Broadway, and a fabulously memorable opening night.

I want the homeless cat down the street to have and lead a better life.

I want the ease and ability to pay off the bills of all the people I love.

I want a grand piano, topped by a mess of photographs, each with a sepia glow.

I want to compose the perfect sentence, perfect poem, the perfect torch song.

I want to hitch a camel ride somewhere out of mind.

I want to sit with the Maharishi at the foot of the Himalayas, and ohmmmmmmm... from deep within my solar plexus.

I want Heaven to truly exist for all people I love and miss; I need to believe they are there.

I want my spirit to breathe free and my eyes to be wide-open on this journey of self-discovery.

I want to be healthy

And wise

And well…

Always interesting

And interested.

*See, 'I wanna go where the wild geese go.

I wanna know what the falcon knows.’

I want to paint my most enduring masterpiece.

I want to write like no one else on this planet, but me.

Peace-out, Universe. Thanks for listening.

Again, this be Your boi, Lin. Aiight?

One.

•*Partial lyrics to the song “Right On, Be Free” by The Voices of East Harlem

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The simple act of just holding their hand causes these tremors and little earthquakes under your skin..."

~From Like Litter in the Wind- By L.M. Ross

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About Me

I love the art of expression.
I hate limitations of any kind.
I fear never having been felt.
I hope there is a Heaven.
I hear music all the time.
I crave human understanding.
I regret ever hurting anyone. I cry for abused children. I care too deeply sometimes. I always breathe.
I feel alone in my solitude but dig it muchly.
I listen closely to the lyrics of jazz.
I hide my deepest pain from others.
I drive some people crazy.
I dance when I walk, yo...
I write because it lets my soul sing.
I act like a gentleman, most times.
I miss the people I’ve lost.
I eat new KNOWLEDGE.
I drink vodka martinis, str8-up w/ a twist.
I learn that life continues presenting new lessons.
I feel I am a work in progress.
I know a Creator exists.
I sleep with dreams as constant companions.
I wonder why I don’t have wings to fly.
I want to heal.
I worry about the future.
I have a cosmos in me.
I fight my insecurities.
I need to purge sometimes.
I am a human being w/one beak of song.
I think I will sing.
Thus far, I have sang in long form via the four novels I've written... the latest being: "Like Litter in the Wind."